Delivery Day (deliver me from bondage) Demonstration Day (watch me walk around half empty rooms with a goofy smile) Delirious Day (okay I'm exagerating) but you get the idea, don't you...

The day I'm referring to of course, is the day my sister is to move out. She has found an apartment, signed a lease and is in the middle of packing, something that has our place in a total upheaval. We've lived together for a long time and in the process of packing her room, she keeps finding things that belong to me and bringing them to my room. My bedroom is the smaller of the two, being the nicer of the sisters, I chose it when she came to stay and even though everything she is finding of mine must have at one time been in my room...there is no longer enough room for everything I have already, plus what she adds. I tell myself it isn't a serious problem, after all, when she leaves, I will have both bedrooms and therefore lots of room. But have you ever slept under a towering stack of heavy denim jeans, summer camp shirts, outdated pajamas and various other garments that would smother you should they fall? And to make matters worse, they cast creepy shadows on the wall when car lights come in the window. I would move them to the living room but it is already full of boxes and assorted christmas ornaments and other junk that has already been packed. So for the next two weeks, I will live with the ever growing Mount St Laundry and hope that it doesn't fall on me.
Now here is the real toughie and believe me it has me feeling so rotten. I went out last night and while in a conversation with friends, I mentioned the apartment building where my sister is moving and heard some real horror stories. Everything from bugs the size of Texas to marauding teenagers every weekend. If I tell Sis, she will either make herself sick again (remember, this is how this whole mess started) worrying about it, or she will somehow blame me. Or worse yet, she might cancel the lease somehow. See why I feel terrible, that last thought is the one mainly on my mind. I really want her to move. But she's my sister and I love her and I don't want her somewhere she will be miserable. I tell myself that she went out and found the place on her own, I don't owe it to her to tell her what I heard. She certainly won't appreciate hearing it. But I still feel guilty. What would you do? Can I keep my mouth shut and live with myself. If I tell her, she might just think I'm trying to spoil things for her...that's how she thinks, I can't explain it but that's Sis. If I don't tell her, she will never know that I even heard anything about the place so she can't blame me and key my little red car...(not really, she isn't that bad). Here I am in a quandry and with a leaning tower of laundry and I still have a smile on my face....go figure.